Saturday, December 22, 2018
Sex, Pointed
-Boys’ Night Out? I didn’t remember.
-I notified you every way but Certified Mail!
-And you’re going TO…?
-Bowling.
-Sport being the Asshole Temple of
American Macho Males!
-Something like that.
-Well the girls would like one also! And we’d
like to try Bowling.
-Do! By yourselves! Spare us the travesty!
The little petite stomp-arounds at your
mutual incompetence! So so breathlessly
CUTE! HOLD THAT POSE!
-Women can be serious at sport, you know!
-Sure! Maybe one doesn’t show? Then the
impromptu Assassination Squad. Now I’d
call that serious all right! Tongues like razors!
-Oh? Somehow I so DO hold hope out for us
performing something well that isn’t also vicious!
-Possible!...with real thoroughbreds from another
stable.
-SO NOW WE’RE HORSES?
-Only the Long-Faces in your pretentious midst.
Labels: bowling, debate, female, gossip, horseface, male, marriage, relationship, sport
Sunday, December 16, 2018
Mother
Her head abuzz with the day
’s meetings yet to come,
she inquires of her adult son
as to as to possibly
having her toast and jelly
without Gay Rights.
Triggering him to eventually pay
during a lull, with his “leaving
this house forever!”
“If only!” she regretfully tosses. So,
off again, both, uncovering their
fraught, biting history
without even a breath of break!
It’s okay. It’s okay. All work is.Labels: anger, breakfast, Gay Rights, issues, Mother-Son, relationship, unresolved issues, work, work anxiety
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Ends
-Kelli and I finally had THE TALK!
-The Delay Card disintegrating in your
crippled fingers?
-Think...Mudstorm-Tsunami.
-(sings) Where were you blown to?
-Separate trees!
-Oak, Christmas, what?
-Can there exist a Female Variety?
-Better be!
-Her final announcement, anyway:
she’s switching to girls altogether.
And starting Wholesale!
-She must hate herself.
-The only profound question concerns
the transferability of faked orgasms.
-She can search the literature.
-Or Feminist Poetry?
-At any rate, you both have some
time to think now.
-Uh uh! Enough of that shit already!
Moving to the desert before she wades
into Social Media blaming me. Expect to
be pissing my pants with some regularity.
-For my sake, practice stationing yourself
downwind right now!
downwind right now!
-What’s your, uh, sister doing?
-The usual nothing.
-On the market again?
-Yeah, but not to Jews!
-I’m a Catholic!
-Worse.
Labels: bi, bisexual, breakup, Catholic, feminism, Jew, macho, relationship
Tuesday, December 04, 2018
The Woman Who Had Enough!
broadcasting same to all.
The Fatally-Triggered buzzed
The Fatally-Triggered buzzed
malely along, but suffered
terribly!--at least in intelligence
she passed to other women and
homosexuals. The Newly-
Chosen not yet informed, thus
innocent as a pig.
Labels: choosing partner, end point, female, male, relationship
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Present and Future Odds
-You and Gwennie are pegged at 7-1.
-Not bad!
-Especially since you’re both coming
off horrendous breakups.
-I weathered the humiliating storm;
I can’t speak for her.
-And please don’t start. My tipsheet say
you’re a bit of a controler.
-She’s so sweet that she invites same.
-Uh huh? But they really like your
ability to forgive.
-That’s sheer bullshit. My grudge
against my cheating former will
never ever end!
-Excuse me while I get this call,
Ooops! 9-1 presently.
-Tell them to go f-
-I’m buying in for thousand!
-Hey! That’s YOUR addiction!
-What’s yours?
-Making a total asshole outa myself!
-For LOVE!
-Always a lousy bet.
-Not this time. Got money riding on
you two beauties.
-That’s hardly the right noun.
-Romeo and Juliet!
-Uh huh! So-called Literature crowded
by tragic loves!
-Not THIS one. For the Ages!
-And the farmer took another load away!
-You’re my moneymaker!
-Why not? Money being shit like
everything else,
-How can Gwennie stand you?
-She’s in it for the money.
-What money?
-You’ll share your payoff, as will
the others.
-Sounds crooked!
-Ah yes!
Labels: attitude, betting, love, luck, odds, relationship
Monday, October 01, 2018
Signifying Arrangement
With A zonked out
on sleeping pills,
he drove to B.
Returning when
she so slowly woke.
Seven days a week.
An independent consultant,
he worked from both homes.
And when A almost decided
to break off the pills, proved
warm and supportive and
completely loving.
But agreed with physicians, “No.”
Not a hypocritical decision:
Hardly a Republican.
And when he died--had fought
a lifetime disease--both
women got their homes,
and equal amounts
of cash and stocks.
Best of friends...now.
More things in
Heaven and Earth
than are dreamt of
in your philosophy.
Hamlet being right-on,
his time and ours.
Labels: Hamlet, love, relationship, sex, triangle
Sunday, August 19, 2018
The Man Who Decided
never again to decide,
met the woman ditto.
They...drift.
Not that their friends can tell.
A little like HISTORY.
Some great movements hardly noted.
So why don’t we knock it off?
What?
Labels: decided, decision, history, relationship, vagueness
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
The Large, and the Domestic
Her “Extravert Week” broke on old guilts.
Try again sometime.
Boyfriend, Chance, begged her to stop
improving.
“You’re just tired of hearing things all
the time!” she firmed.
“All I DO is hear things!”
Serious! concluded she...
tugging at his hair and laughing
“My best, best guy!” Then she
promised her Mother’s Goulash!
Labels: extrovert, introvert, personal experiment, relationship, self-improvement
Friday, August 03, 2018
Quiet Rebound
-Bretts and I finally concluded that
we were talked-out TALKING!
-The whole “Cracking-up Marriage Industry!”
Too much freakin work for low return.
-Threw in the sponge? Both?Too much freakin work for low return.
-The only genuinely happy day I
remember from that endless shit-time!
-Divorce! Learn anything?
-No! Only that I’m never again gonna
TALK to any-fuckin-body!
-Oh? How about this new woman?
Stelly?
-SCREWING MACHINE!
-Uh huh? Well she has Heart and
Soul and Intellect, though! Right?
-Not that I’ve noticed.
Labels: divorce, rebound, relationship, sex
Sunday, July 29, 2018
1 + 1 = 3
married The Woman, ditto.
Good! say you. Since one can
comfort when a true paranoid fit
descends upon the other.
Bad! say I.
Because of the math.
Labels: fear, math, relationship, sum, summary
Sunday, July 22, 2018
The Female Him Speaks--
brusque in appraisal and solution
Let’s skip the tentative horseshit
and try each other out?
Might like what we see.
Within reason.
1st Week
How can such neurotics last?
Individually, let alone together?
2d Week
We’d never make AMERICA’S
GOT TALENT, but pleasant enough!
3rd Week
Sex can wait. I can’t look at my own
body without disgust.
4th Week
The baseball was entertaining! Let’s pretend it’s important who wins. Anyway I wear the cap to work. It further nudges slumber there midst my luckless colleagues!
Fifth Week
My Mother wants to meet you. Prepare
to get controlled.
Sixth Week
We’ve been invited to a wedding in
my strained family. Your interest
re general perversion takes a step
forward.
Seventh Week
It’s been more than a month!
Eighth...almost
I’ve never been so hurt!
I’ve never been so hurt!
Labels: Family, family history, feeling, impatience, method, personality, relationship, trial relationship
Friday, July 20, 2018
The Man Who Attracted Men
certainly didn’t work at it!
Slob-Charisma?
But wives in our bunch couldn’t
talk about him enough.
Giselle claims “I’d pay him to
seduce my Ralph. Any sign
of life, however perverted!”
So...be careful what you wisecrack
about!
Ralph packs up one fine morning.
Shattered, she.
Of short duration. Two weeks later
he’s back: all apologies and masculine
sobbing.
Her power time! Intent on his destruction, but Father Dennis of St Ann’s sends the team of Drs O’Hare, Marriage Psychologists.
Strange to say, it’s working out.
Slowly, for the couple remarkable
thickheads.
Forgotten, the man who attracts men.
Until! Beat’s Richardson similarly absconds.
And he’s back shortly too!
Same wet, abject act. But Beats tells us “Hey! we’re not Mackerel-Mashers, and don’t need no priest or his hired guns to straighten out a crappy marriage.
We BOTH take responsibility!”
Wags claim her not-so-secret Fernando
had been helping her, but he’s transferred to the tango
school’s startup in another state.
school’s startup in another state.
Two years pass, and Hockey, and Bert’s brother, and I throw in thirty bucks each. With Bert’s brother’s girlfriend, Jiggs, contributing ten.
Anyway, we could never figure out the
attraction residing in the fatal man who
bid to break up two marriages!
So offered the hundred to one seductee,
then the other.
No freakin go! Both said they’re taking
it to the grave!
Meantime, the man who attracted men
has moved on to several “relationships!”
We drink up the hundred one VFW night,
convinced somebody will eventually talk.
Labels: bi, friends, homosexual, marriage, relationship, Suburban
